-= endsmouth =-

It's only the end of the world again.

This was written at 3:10 am on Sunday, April 9

-= do not touch screen =-

Sometimes when it rains,
I like to stare out of the window.
Sometimes I feel like jumping down,
Along with all the things,
That has gone out of the window.

Sometimes when it rains,
I like to take a walk.
Sometimes I feel like lying down,
In the middle of the road,
And let the rain sweep me away.

Sometimes when it rains,
I like to think of you.
Sometimes I wished that I died,
When I last saw the waters,
Cos this time,
It feels like forever.

I like it when it rains.

This was written at 11:59 am on Saturday, April 8

-= gone are the glory days =-

Eh. You know what? Nevermind ar. There are things we can't control sometimes.

So am I happy with my life?

Well.. I won't say I'm not. But Life used to be much better.

Yeah. I agree.

Hahah yeah... Wait.

Who am I talking to?

This was written at 1:29 am on

-= freakazoid =-

Now everytime I switch the channel to Kids Central, there'll be some educational show or just some cartoon teaching good values. Whatever happened to the old fun cartoons? Those that make no sense and leave you laughing even when the show has ended? Of course there's Spongebob and Sesame Street but that's all I guess. Where have Freakazoid, Pinky and The Brain, Bonkers and Ninja Turtles gone? Where?

Oh well. No wonder kids nowadays always follow by example. *shrugs*

This was written at 3:06 pm on Friday, April 7

-= insert word here =-

Have you ever asked yourself, 'Why am I doing this? What is it that I want at the end of the day?'

Sometimes I really do feel like I'm doing things for nothing. It's like there's always this other greater power that's holding back the things I want from me. Well, for example, I want to sleep because I'm sleepy. Hopefully I'd be energized by the time I wake up. However, there's this external force that always keeps me from doing it. Somebody would always knock on the door non-stop. As if they don't care whether one is sleeping or not. As a result, I have to wake up and open the door and answer some stupid question like, 'Oh. You're sleeping ar?'

Well, I guess we can't always get we want. Shit happens I guess. However, belief is what holds us together. Things will always have their own way of working out eventually.

All the battles, all the dirt and victories we tasted,
All the tension, all the misery and all the bliss,
All the passion, all the hurt and all the love we wasted,
All the purgatories... All for this?

There is nothing there.

This was written at 6:53 pm on Thursday, April 6

-= how much more must we bleed her? =-

'Jalan ah.'

'Set ar.'

*walks around in circles*

This was written at 2:18 am on

-= the irony of it all =-

Two games in the morning just now. Surprised I lasted for almost 2 hours of football without getting crams. Yet to score at that freaking field. Must be cursed I think. But managed to end one losing streak though. Weehee!

It's raining. Yay!

80's synthpop!
I'm in love with you again!
You and your lovey dovey love songs.
Your well crafted music videos.
Where have you gone?
Where???

This was written at 3:45 pm on Sunday, April 2

-= society slump =-

Bah. Whatever. Who cares anyway?

This was written at 2:31 am on

-= the bones of baby dolls =-

Flower girls play lover
Grave games in the courtyard
I heard her screaming like a radio

Flower girls play lover
Grave games in the courtyard
I heard her screaming like a radio

Mary lou left marks on you
She just screams at the walls
The kite string pops
I'm swallowed whole by the sky
We smoke the bones of baby dolls
Techno-liquid screaming meat
Heaven's cold beneath my feet
Cyber love the anti-man we make love... because we can

Virgins play where the bayou's blue
Barefoot (and bloody) eatin' mushroom stew
Work for pay and pay for freedom
Fuck 'em all, we don't need 'em
We smoke the bones of baby dolls

Everything's gone dry
Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
Everything's gone dry
Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
Everything's gone dry
Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
Everything's gone dry
Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement

This was written at 6:53 am on Saturday, April 1